Mindless Questioning

Why is the sky blue?
What are the primary colors made of?
How does a clock keep ticking
if it has no battery?
What charges a battery, anyway?
If all the world were flat,
than how would we know it
if someone disappeared
off the face of the earth?
Would we remember more
if we kept no written records
but passed everything down orally?
But wouldn't a lot of important
details be left out?
Why are emotions so confusing?
Miss Mary, how does your garden grow?
Do you still have your blue
cockle shells and silver bells?
And what, pray tell, is the purpose
of a flower garden with only
polished rocks around the rim?
Could you still hold your breath
for thirty seconds under water
if thirty seconds were more than a
day of time?
And what if the hours we use to measure
out our days and weeks and months and years
were only a split second,
half of a half second
of time in the eternities?
How long is eternity?
Is it a blink of an eye?
Or the longest day?
Did we get the mail this morning,
or will the mailman come later this afternoon?
Do you think there will ever be
a chance for true love to bloom
and blossom like Miss Mary's cockle shells?
Have you ever read Jane Austen?
Ever been lost in the poetic prose of her writing?
Have you ever fantasized about
jumping off a waterfall
just to rise up and soar among the misty clouds?
What does it take for someone to reach
their breaking point?
How can you stand there, looking on
as if you would wish to join in, but cannot bear
to tear yourself away from the printed wallpaper?

And here ends my thought process for the day.